The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0774 "No," I say, shaking my head, a little frantic.

"Ari!" Jackson bites out, and I snap my head back to the front ahead of me, realizing that I got distracted - that two of my whirlwinds are faltering.

"Shit shit," I murmur, more curses rushing through my mind as I force more power into the original whirlwind and set it again on its path. But I don't start the other two, instead snapping my head back up to the tanks and exploding them into flames, one by one, before they can even reach the bulk of our forces, of my people.

"Fuck, man," Roger murmurs, awed as he takes in the mess of twisted steel that litters the battlefield, as I collect the fire from each of them into a swirling mass larger than the rest - into a hurricane of fire that now stands between the forces and the Atalaxians coming for them.

Because I'm not letting it happen - I'm not letting my people die -

"Ariel!" Rafe barks out. "You can't concentrate on defense! That's not part of the plan!"

"I'm not sacrificing them!" I shout back, pissed off.

He grabs my arm, forcing me to look at him. "Everyone on this battlefield - everyone is as willing to sacrifice themselves as you are, okay!?"

I stare up into my brother's face, shocked by the rare emotion there.

"You need to concentrate on offense, Ariel!" he shouts down at me, shaking his head vehemently. "We need you to take them out - do you understand me!? Not just protect! They - they've got Jesse - we don't know -"

I gasp, even as Roger grabs Rafe and hauls him back, scolding him for bringing Jesse into this, for letting his emotions shine through.

"Do they?" I ask, whipping my head to Jackson.

out, snarling as he looks over at Rafe. "Or, we don't know, Ariel - I don't know why Rafe

what I want. If they did take Jesse? If

I could kill them

teeth, concentrating on the hurricane of fire, and slowly

Ariel!" Rafe barks out, deeply misinterpreting

I ignore him.

to me. "Tell Cora to cut the storm. Let them send their air force. If we have any

"Wh-what?" Roger sputters.

fuck," Jackson whispers, staring down at

"Do it!"

a long pause

does as I say, his hand snapping to his

go into effect, for the storm to dissipate, for the steady hum of aircraft to

grow. Whatever the Atalaxians send in the meantime I destroy, adding the fuel

offense? I'll give him fucking

murmurs at my side, watching as the incredible force I've conjured turns steadily in the center of the battlefield. "Hold some back," he urges, steady. "Just

anything that could

My whole body begins

him, my eyes snapping to the sky as little dots

snapping